Sunday, November 30, 2008

Highest


usually it's been awhile.
you try to make it last

laying with a crystalline maiden
and every other fine substance

lace clad, lips lingering over
all the right places
everything twisted, gently
to shape
and to taste

the fire is the process
and the result

that’s what I remember
the smoke and the mirrors

you know,
it’s been a while

12 comments:

Enemy of the Republic said...

Well done. Yet sadly I understand this poem all too well.

Lana Gramlich said...

Ick! Sounds like you're talking about one of those vapid, pretty girls. Trust me; real women are MUCH better & less hassle, even if they're not the height of eye candy!

ivan@creativewriting.ca said...

You were snogging.

Cor!

Charles Gramlich said...

Sounds like you need a friend. a close personal friend.

i beati said...

hope that changes fast Sandy

Constance said...

Hi Eric,
dropped over from the Periphery. You need to submit some of your work to Every Day Poets. Nice stuff!

Ultra Toast Mosha God said...

Reads like the shadowy return of an unwanted addiction

Crushed said...

That was quite bittersweet, longing, forlornly...

Memories, they last, if we treasure them right.

Princess Pointful said...

Bittersweet is indeed the perfect word. You are always lucky to have such poignant and vivid memories... even if they make the time between seem that much starker.

Cléa said...

"it’s been a while" sounds like a good thing here...

S.L. Corsua said...

Ditto to Ultra Toast Mosha God's comment. ;) There's a depth to this poem that reaches out, from a memory of difficult times. There's a seriousness to it that I appreciate. Thank you for sharing this.

eric1313 said...

This one was about.... wait for it, wait for it...

Drugs.

comparing them to sex by use of language.

yeah, not the most original idea ever...